From the Ledger of the Apothecary

Wherein we look at the ledger of an apothecary

March 18th in the year 18 of our
Lord the Goddess - Our town remains under siege. The fowl
archmage Domminous sent his minions to raze our crops a fortnight ago,
and despite the best efforts of our stoutest warriors, vile creatures
decimated our foodstuffs. Needless to say, my shoppe has been
ill-trafficked since. Who has the gold for
an apothecary's humble curatives and medicines with the
price of bread as it is?

There was but one disturbance at my shoppe today. A spiky haired
malcontent, along with a small group of his preposterously dressed
friends entered shortly after midday. Having never seen them before, I
felt it my duty to investigate, with our town in such distress. They
told me tales of their adventures. Upon hearing
their unbelievable stories of magic and heroism, I burst
into uproarious laughter! These runts told me their aim to defeat
Domminous and free the town from his tyranny! It is good to laugh in
times as Goddessless as these.

I sold them 4 curative herbs for my usual rate.

March 20th in the year 18 of our
Lord the Goddess - Oh, Goddess be praised! Our unlikely
saviors were the very angst-riddled young men and hot
underage women I had dismissed in this ledger not two days ago!
Domminous has been riven from the crypts beneath our town, banished
across the sea! How I lament my unbelief in these heros! How I lament
my crisis of faith in the Goddess!

I sold them 8 curative herbs at my usual rate.

April 13th in the year 18 of our
Lord the Goddess - It has been difficult, but our little
hamlet has nearly rebuilt all the thatch huts damaged in the great
siege of Domminus. The crops have been replanted, and my little
daughter is not afraid of our pet Dzrogoid any longer.

Oh, I forget myself! I saw those young malcontents that saved our
little village just last lunar month! They told me they were
"grinding" nearby. I sussed that this must have been slang
for "hunting," as they produced numerous Rungaard hides to
sell me. Young people!

I bought 14 hides at my usual rate, and sold one regeneration potion
and 18 curative herbs at my usual rate.

September 8th in the year 18 of
our Lord the Goddess - Although our crops were hastily
planted late in the season, they are coming up as thick and hearty as
I've seen in all my years. Thank the Goddess!

Although I am pleased to see our little town as hearty and healthy as
it is, I must admit that it is not good for business. Why, my only
customers this year have been those heroic adventures that rid our
town of pestilence and cast the vile archmage Domminus aside! If only
they returned to our quaint little hometown, I would sell them all
sorts of magicks and potions at my usual rate.

February 17th in the year 19 of
our Lord the Goddess - The sky has been blotted black and the
island of Islaterra is floating in the sky above our little hamlet.
The world is doomed.

Those adventurers came back today, and I sold them 80 mondo curatives
and 4 restoration potions at my usual rate.

Not that it matters, the world is ending.

February 18th in the year 19 of
our Lord the Goddess - My dour disposition has
besmirched my ledger yet again! Another miracle at the hands of that
spiky haired young lad and his fair lasses! Islaterra is back in the
sea, the sun is back in the sky, and (not to be too self-centered) the
large purchase of curatives and restoration potions yesterday has
filled my coffers!

Our town threw a large celebration to honor the adventurers, and
although we are not as important as cities like Unberpang or Quar the
heros deigned to feast with our mayor and participate in a parade. My
little one ran next to the enigmatic leader of the group
during the festivities and handed him a doll made out of her own hair.